A Forbidden Taste Of You Novels & Stories

It was a devastating blow to the pack, and especially to Freya, who was left alone and without anyone to turn to. reya was heartbroken after losing her parents. She had never felt so alone in her life. Her packmates tried their best to comfort her, but nothing could fill the void left by her parents' absence. One day, as Freya was wandering in the forest, she came across a small clearing. She could smell the scent of her parents in the air, and she knew that this was a place they had often visited. As she stood there, lost in thought, she suddenly heard a voice.

Asked Ares. "Yeah. Actually I was about to come to you when I first saw you. But that jie jie came first and I thought missed the chance." Said Abby cutely while pouting. 'This girl looks so innocent but she is opposite of it. I don't know why people wants to sleep with others just because of sexual pleasure? I felt so disgusted. Well whatever, from now on I will be one of them. What a fate? But I am the one who is doing this why I am blaming the fate. What the hell I am thinking? I must be drunk. I am here to have fun. Yeah that's it.' Ares thought.

Something unbreakable. A soft smile spread across her flushed face as she whispered into the quiet room. **Forbidden never felt this good.**

She was a forbidden fruit, a tempting morsel that I craved with every fiber of my being. She moaned softly, her eyes fluttering closed as I kissed her neck, my lips tracing a path down her delicate skin. I felt her body trembling beneath my touch, her breaths coming in short, ragged gasps. With a surge of intoxicating pleasure, I tasted the sweetness of her surrender, the promise of the forbidden joy we were about to share.

"No. That's not what I meant by I shouldn't have touched you," Frowning, I say. "Then what did you mean?" He steps closer and leans over me. "You're the forbidden fruit; I'm not supposed to touch," He whispers, his breath hot on my skin shivers danced down my spine. "But you taste so damn good," He adds. "So do you," I tell him. He chuckles. "Do you want to feed?" I shake my head. "I'm afraid I'll hurt you," He shakes his head. "You won't,"

I should let her go, should push her away, should turn around and leave before I do something we both can’t take back. But fuck shoulds. I tilt her chin, forcing her to look at me. “Who told you to cut this?” I murmur dusting my knuckles against the strands. She shivers. “Let me go.” It’s getting repetitive with her let me go. I won’t. I fist the back of her hair, jerking her head back, and before she can so much as whimper, I crush my mouth against hers. The taste of her destroys me. It’s warm, sweet and forbidden. Like expensive whiskey and something I can’t place… something soft, something innocent and something I want to crush.

It drove me crazy in the best possible way, turning me into an addict for something I may probably never get again. "Fuck Princess." He cursed against my skin, sounding almost as breathless as I was. "You're soaked for me." I threw my head onto his shoulders as he pumped his fingers in and out of me, keeping that slow hard pace. My world felt like it was been rippled apart, opening a part of me I never dared to explore. Why do forbidden things always taste so damn sweet? "Jace... don't stop." I pleaded, eliciting the softest groan from him.

But it's not her cruelty that destroys me. It's my dependence. It's the taste she leaves behind. Not sweet. Nor bitter. A taste you don't recognize. A taste that obsesses. That wakes you at night. That makes you lie for no reason. The taste of absence. The taste of Jade. And I think… I no longer want to be free of it. Even if it costs me everything.

It's forbidden, and this is our goodbye. With that knowledge, I lose myself and kiss him more demandingly, take more than what I deserve. I touch him with my palms, feel his warm breath like a soft caress against my skin, and then I forget where he ends, and I begin when our tongues interlock. Is this what I've been missing my entire life? Samael tastes like delicious, searing flames. Yet it hurts to kiss someone who you can't have—forbidden love chews the best. My insides are aching, already missing him.